His Tutor

Epilogue

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Six years had flown by since the day we graduated from high school. So much had changed since then. Julie had become a successful author, crafting stories that touched people's hearts, and I was living my dream, playing football professionally. Our lives were filled with excitement and triumphs, but nothing absolutely nothing compared to the love we had built together. Through the ups and downs, Julie remained my anchor, and now, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.

Today was Christmas the day I had been waiting for, the day I would ask her to marry me. What she didn't know was that everyone else did. Both our families had been in on the surprise, helping me every step of the way. From the candles illuminating the room to the scattered roses and even the "Will You Marry Me?" display it had been a group effort. Our moms, who were currently laughing with Julie in the kitchen, had kept her distracted all evening while the rest of us set the scene. But the hardest part of it all had been asking her father, Damien Brown, for his blessing.

I flashed back to that moment, just a few weeks ago. I had asked him to meet me for coffee. The two of us sat outside a quiet café, the winter chill in the air as I gathered my courage. I'd always respected Damien, and the thought of asking him if I could marry his daughter filled me with a nervous energy I couldn't quite shake. I knew how much Julie meant to him, how close they were. He'd always been protective of her, and rightly so.

Taking a deep breath, I looked Damien in the eye. "Mr. Brown, I wanted to talk to you about something important." My voice wavered slightly, but I pressed on. "I love Julie more than anything, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I'm planning to propose, but before I do, I wanted to ask for your blessing."

Damien leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he studied me for a moment. His face was serious, but there was a softness in his eyes, the kind that comes with being a father who's watched his daughter grow into an amazing woman. After what felt like an eternity, he smiled. "You've been good to her, Milo. I've seen how much she loves you, and how much you care for her. Of course, you have my blessing."

Relief washed over me, and I reached into my coat pocket, pulling out the small velvet box. "I wanted to show you the ring I got her."

I opened the box, revealing the delicate diamond ring I had chosen. Damien leaned forward, inspecting it with a thoughtful nod. "That's a beautiful ring," he said, his voice warm. "She's going to love it."

And just like that, the hardest part of the proposal had been set in motion. With Damien's approval and the help of our families, the plan had slowly come together. Every detail, every flower, every candle had been carefully thought out to make this moment as special as possible.

Now, as I stood in our living room, the scent of pine and holiday dinner filling the air, I was ready. I looked at the setup one last time the roses scattered across the floor, the glowing letters spelling out "Will You Marry Me?" in the corner. Everything was perfect.